...dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pnle and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has...closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship conies in with object won: Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck...

...the shores a-orowding For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. Here, Captain 1 dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some...comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring 0 bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. OUR MARTYR...

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...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. Born 1809. OLD IRONSIDES. 1. Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long...

...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will : The ship is anchor 'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. WAI.T WHITMAN ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC. " ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say, " Except,...

...strong you thump O terrible drums — so loud you bugles blow. FROM "MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN". 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. MAY 4, 1865. Hush'd be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,...

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...up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bagle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. OLD IRELAND. liiAR henco amid an isle of wondrous beauty, -*- Crouching over a grave an ancient...

...exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring ; But O heart ! heart ! heart ! 0 the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain...tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. ADDRESS AT THE DEDICATION OF THE GETTYSBURG NATIONAL CEMETERY. NOVEMBER 19TH, 1863. » Abraham...

...are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From...tread, Walk the deck, my captain lies Fallen, cold and dead." This is from " Drum Taps," a volume of poems of the Civil War. Whitman also wrote prose...